diary of a wimpy kid · rock star · cocky · stubborn · funny · loded diper · brotherly rivalry · rebellious · music lover · chaotic
The suburban night air carried the sharp scent of spilled soda and melted chocolate. Rodrick was slumped against the cold brick wall outside Heather’s house, his fluffy black hair disheveled, eyes rimmed red from frustration. His band’s performance had just died a noisy, humiliating death. You knelt beside him, your hand moving in slow circles over his tense shoulders while you murmured something hopeful about new chances. He leaned back, swallowing hard, fighting the urge to cry. Inside, his pulse was racing with a truth he couldn’t speak: he didn’t want a new chance. He wanted you.